I love craigslist. I love freecycle. I love flylady. Gigoit even looks cool, but it doesn't appear that anyone else in Richmond has found it yet. But much potential love there!
The above have enhanced my life, by giving me mechanisms to bring things in, or banish them.
They have been good to me, if not neutral.
Not so for some dude in Oregon.
Thanks to a verification-free ad-posting service, someone with a bone to pick, and truckloads of chuckleheads who think that having a printout of an internet ad gives them free reign to plunder, he's got what presumably is an insurance/police/lawyer-filled nightmare on his hands.
(I am trying very hard not to sound snide and judgmental toward said chuckleheads.) (Because my husband informs me that I am too snide and judgmental when it comes to people who tend not to make the same choices I would advocate.)
But seriously! WHO would do that? You can't just go around posting crap on the internet all nilly-willy, because computer people are SMARTER THAN YOU and thus WILL FIND YOU. PROBABLY IMMEDIATELY. And there I thought everyone had seen at least one episode of 24.
As for all the folks who sped off with this poor man's goods....shame on all y'all. You show up to some dude's house, and he's standing on his porch hollerin at you that you it's NOT REAL, and you up and steal his porch swing anyway, because you've got the ad printed out right there on paper by golly and as such, you are entitled to all his possessions?
Looks like I let my inner southern out when I get mad.
3.26.2008
like i need another excuse to make lists!
I am a compulsive list maker. I always have a to-do list. I wake up in the middle of the night thinking about things I could or should be doing. I have a perpetual draft email to myself, with all those reminders about household tasks to do, things to buy, topics to research, hellos and thank yous to send, ideas for dinner, articles to read, stores or landmarks to check out, concerts to find tickets for, nice things to show my husband I love him, ideas for the genius etsy shop I dream of opening, friends to reconnect with, phone calls to make, accounts to sign up for or end, books to buy, forums to visit, home-made skincare/haircare recipes to make, dog breeds to research, jobs to apply for, new lists to make....
I am always forgetting everything, too. Which means I'm not actually DOING much of anything.
I've found a new weapon. It's a list. An electronic list. It goes with me wherever I can go be online. It has a support system built in. It's inspiring. It has endless possibilities.
It also has a reasonable limit. Ridiculous ideas and expectations can only go so far.
I've discovered 43things.com - a list-making website community of sorts. Each person gets his or her own list, and can add anything to it. To-dos range from giving the dog a bath, to simplifying life, to learning a new language or hobby, to. For people like me who get really jazzed about lists, listmaking, and real actual evidence that progress is being made, this website is fantastic. It's portable - to the extent that the internet is portable - so you don't have to worry about losing it. It's in one place - so you don't have to worry about keeping track of the random insights and urgencies plastered all over every sticky note, index card, half-sheet, receipt, or back-of-hand that presented itself in your time of need. And it's got cool self-remindery gadgets that send you reminders to your email inbox as often as you'd like - from every day to once a year. It's a great place to hammer down your immediate goals/needs, remind yourself of your dreams, and throw in your 'maybe somedays' too.
Right now my list ranges from 'wash the dog' and 'get my car registered' to 'move to Ireland' and 'write a book.' I won't go into great detail about the 'get organized' post, and what all the little sub-comments reveal about my notions of getting organized. (It's got some motivational elements and also a sub-list, which indicates that this is going to be a perpetual item.)
Living on a really tight budget has forced me to decide what I truly, deeply value. The same principle applies here. The limited number of items on the list requires that I only include the things that are really valuable to me in the long term, or are really important for me to focus on now (thanks to the daily reminders!). I can make my list, and then cut it short, honorably.
What a great idea!
I am always forgetting everything, too. Which means I'm not actually DOING much of anything.
I've found a new weapon. It's a list. An electronic list. It goes with me wherever I can go be online. It has a support system built in. It's inspiring. It has endless possibilities.
It also has a reasonable limit. Ridiculous ideas and expectations can only go so far.
I've discovered 43things.com - a list-making website community of sorts. Each person gets his or her own list, and can add anything to it. To-dos range from giving the dog a bath, to simplifying life, to learning a new language or hobby, to
Right now my list ranges from 'wash the dog' and 'get my car registered' to 'move to Ireland' and 'write a book.' I won't go into great detail about the 'get organized' post, and what all the little sub-comments reveal about my notions of getting organized. (It's got some motivational elements and also a sub-list, which indicates that this is going to be a perpetual item.)
Living on a really tight budget has forced me to decide what I truly, deeply value. The same principle applies here. The limited number of items on the list requires that I only include the things that are really valuable to me in the long term, or are really important for me to focus on now (thanks to the daily reminders!). I can make my list, and then cut it short, honorably.
What a great idea!
2.16.2008
Whose dream is that, anyway?
I love my husband. I adore him. He is my best friend, my biggest support, and the person I regularly trust for advice on what looks good on me. I am lonely for him when he's not around. And right now, he's not around.
Brian's away on a youth retreat. It's just a weekend gig, he'll be gone and back within 48 hours. On a side note, I have to work this weekend. Saturday AND Sunday. And all last week, and all next week. When you work for the people who crunch the numbers, and the budget is due at 4pm on Sunday, you're in the office a lot. I don't mind, because we really need the money, and I won't feel so lonely and useless. I wish I could bring the dog with me, for two reasons: I love my doggie and wish I could take him everywhere; and I don't like the idea of him being here alone for so long. I don't think today will require me to put in huge amounts of hours, but still. He was definitely clingy last night when I got home. I guess he can sense that Brian is gone, too. At least I have the benefit of knowing when he'll be back.
When I'm in the empty house, with the long list of things that are still waiting to be done, I get overwhelmed. It's not that my house is particularly disastrous (although I would be absolutely mortified if Brian's parents saw it this way) -- it's that I think it should be better, and I think Brian thinks it should be better -- and I heap all kinds of unreasonable expectations on myself. Will letting the Christmas wrapping paper sit out until March jeopardize my marriage? No, probably not, but it contributes to the havoc in my mind, escalates the anxiety, brings the misery a little closer. And THAT breeds trouble.
'Should' is my weapon of choice. And I wield it often.
So I sit, and look around, and my mind races and stalls, and I dwell on my perceived failures. Instead of being productive, I get stuck. I 'should' myself to a halt. So not only am I beating myself up about all the things that need to be done, I'm beating myself up about the fact that I'm too overwhelmed to do anything about them. It's an evil, horrible, perpetuating self-help disaster. I'm particularly susceptible to it these days, what with the money woes on top of all the normal stuff. The bad news is, no job prospects have materialized into even a phone call yet. The good news is that I have 7 resumes out that have not yet been rejected. The GREAT news is that I've unearthed a couple of small things that help me cope. I'm feeling particularly exclaim-ful about one of them at the moment.
Monogamous knitting. I used to want to cast on for all kinds of projects - have a knitting project in every room and one to go - all kinds of ideas, all kinds of yarns, all kinds of plans. But you know what? Sitting around being anxious does not leave much time for making progress on knitting. So all those projects that I'd started would move from the list of things I wanted to do to the list of things I should have been doing. It didn't work for me. At all. Knitting is something I want to love, not something I want to feel obligated to do. So, what did I do? I decided to let all unfinished projects hibernate. The big projects that I'd barely started, I ripped out and re-balled and packed away. I took stock of my relatively meager yarn stash. And I started looking for small projects that I could do. Small. And I now knit one small thing at a time.
This has been almost therapeutic for me. The time investment isn't big, but I can still feel accomplished. I'm taking care of ME, making carefully constructed hand-knit items for myself while sharpening my skills. And I can't afford to buy myself things right now, but I've got a whole bin of yarn just begging to be knit up, so by knitting, not only am I being good to myself, I am alleviating some of the guilt associated with a whole bin of yarn that I spent money on in the past 2 years and is now just sitting around.
It feels good. It feels good to be productive and make something with my hands. It feels good to be reducing the amount of clutter I have, by using up yarn and not replacing it. It feels good to think about the different things I could make for other people or for charitable causes with the rest of the yarn in my stash. It feels good to DO something. And best of all, I like knitting.
It's a great first step. Not infrequently, I'll sit and feel overwhelmed, and then pick up the pointy sticks to find some sort of escape. And then, as if by magic, I've actually DONE something, which means I can KEEP doing things. When I've knitted enough to escape the chaos in my mind and come back to reality, I'm motivated to get UP and do something. It hasn't made a huge difference on decreasing the to-do list, but it's helped me keep the list from getting much longer.
Is knitting my key to a happy, healthy life? No. But it's one of the small things I can do now to help me I get to where I want, and need, to be.
Brian's away on a youth retreat. It's just a weekend gig, he'll be gone and back within 48 hours. On a side note, I have to work this weekend. Saturday AND Sunday. And all last week, and all next week. When you work for the people who crunch the numbers, and the budget is due at 4pm on Sunday, you're in the office a lot. I don't mind, because we really need the money, and I won't feel so lonely and useless. I wish I could bring the dog with me, for two reasons: I love my doggie and wish I could take him everywhere; and I don't like the idea of him being here alone for so long. I don't think today will require me to put in huge amounts of hours, but still. He was definitely clingy last night when I got home. I guess he can sense that Brian is gone, too. At least I have the benefit of knowing when he'll be back.
When I'm in the empty house, with the long list of things that are still waiting to be done, I get overwhelmed. It's not that my house is particularly disastrous (although I would be absolutely mortified if Brian's parents saw it this way) -- it's that I think it should be better, and I think Brian thinks it should be better -- and I heap all kinds of unreasonable expectations on myself. Will letting the Christmas wrapping paper sit out until March jeopardize my marriage? No, probably not, but it contributes to the havoc in my mind, escalates the anxiety, brings the misery a little closer. And THAT breeds trouble.
'Should' is my weapon of choice. And I wield it often.
So I sit, and look around, and my mind races and stalls, and I dwell on my perceived failures. Instead of being productive, I get stuck. I 'should' myself to a halt. So not only am I beating myself up about all the things that need to be done, I'm beating myself up about the fact that I'm too overwhelmed to do anything about them. It's an evil, horrible, perpetuating self-help disaster. I'm particularly susceptible to it these days, what with the money woes on top of all the normal stuff. The bad news is, no job prospects have materialized into even a phone call yet. The good news is that I have 7 resumes out that have not yet been rejected. The GREAT news is that I've unearthed a couple of small things that help me cope. I'm feeling particularly exclaim-ful about one of them at the moment.
Monogamous knitting. I used to want to cast on for all kinds of projects - have a knitting project in every room and one to go - all kinds of ideas, all kinds of yarns, all kinds of plans. But you know what? Sitting around being anxious does not leave much time for making progress on knitting. So all those projects that I'd started would move from the list of things I wanted to do to the list of things I should have been doing. It didn't work for me. At all. Knitting is something I want to love, not something I want to feel obligated to do. So, what did I do? I decided to let all unfinished projects hibernate. The big projects that I'd barely started, I ripped out and re-balled and packed away. I took stock of my relatively meager yarn stash. And I started looking for small projects that I could do. Small. And I now knit one small thing at a time.
This has been almost therapeutic for me. The time investment isn't big, but I can still feel accomplished. I'm taking care of ME, making carefully constructed hand-knit items for myself while sharpening my skills. And I can't afford to buy myself things right now, but I've got a whole bin of yarn just begging to be knit up, so by knitting, not only am I being good to myself, I am alleviating some of the guilt associated with a whole bin of yarn that I spent money on in the past 2 years and is now just sitting around.
It feels good. It feels good to be productive and make something with my hands. It feels good to be reducing the amount of clutter I have, by using up yarn and not replacing it. It feels good to think about the different things I could make for other people or for charitable causes with the rest of the yarn in my stash. It feels good to DO something. And best of all, I like knitting.
It's a great first step. Not infrequently, I'll sit and feel overwhelmed, and then pick up the pointy sticks to find some sort of escape. And then, as if by magic, I've actually DONE something, which means I can KEEP doing things. When I've knitted enough to escape the chaos in my mind and come back to reality, I'm motivated to get UP and do something. It hasn't made a huge difference on decreasing the to-do list, but it's helped me keep the list from getting much longer.
Is knitting my key to a happy, healthy life? No. But it's one of the small things I can do now to help me I get to where I want, and need, to be.
1.06.2008
things you should know by now
I'm working on other post ideas, but as it stands, the first post of 2008 will be comprised of borrowed words. Props to Jason Boyett, author of Things You Should Know By Now.
The thing is, lately I've been struggling a little bit with the concept of faith. I seem to have been caught up in a couple of factors, including sleep deprivation, heightened anxiety, and a postmodern culture. My faith is something that I value, but I don't always trust. I can't seem to beat off all the doubts that creep up on the low days. Sometimes I feel buoyed in my faith, other times I just try to ignore it because I'm not really sure. The bottom line is, though, that I always come back to God. Jesus, I have my issues with. Christians, I have my issues with. Spiritual advisers and leaders and and authorities and teachers, I have my issues with. But God, in my Judeo-Christian understanding of him, and in some part through the assistants of particular people who also have faith in him, has never let me down.
I'm going to paste a portion of the epilogue of the aforementioned book. I think the author was a few years older than I am now when he published the book, but all of his words still apply to me now.
"I believe in God. He knows me, too.
At times it can be a difficult belief, one that doesn't come as easily to me as it did when I was younger. It's challenged on a daily basis by the injustice of our fellow humans and the ridiculousness of the religious, by the prevalence of unmitigated evil and uninhibited disaster. Ten years ago, my faith was the simple assurance that the Judeo-Christian Jehovah, as revealed in the person of Christ, was and is absolutely real. Today, on a good day, I still hold to that. But on a bad day? On a bad dayfaith for me is living as if God's real, but ... wondering.
Mine is a limping, bandaged version of Christianity, one that is more likely to wince at the weirdness of my faith than embrace it. I cringe at the Falwells and Robertsons. I groan at the Left Behinds. Im not amused by American Christianity's rising irrelevance, its gradual movement to the fringes of culture while, nevertheless, attempting to appropriate the music and entertainment and marketing strategies and political tactics of that very culture for its own use. I'm no fan of the way we try to impose man's structures on God, because I seriously doubt hes just a glorified, holy version of the white republican male. Im tired of the bull-headed dogmatism of the evangelical church and its increasingly misguided priorities (Like focusing too intently on political issues like school prayer, social issues like homosexuality, or eschatological issues like the second coming - at the expense of immediate needs like hunger and poverty.) - but despite the baggage, the Christian church is a foundational part of my life.
It's flawed and ugly and, often, just plain wrong. The thing is, so am I.
Thats why the church remains my home. Its where I live."
The thing is, lately I've been struggling a little bit with the concept of faith. I seem to have been caught up in a couple of factors, including sleep deprivation, heightened anxiety, and a postmodern culture. My faith is something that I value, but I don't always trust. I can't seem to beat off all the doubts that creep up on the low days. Sometimes I feel buoyed in my faith, other times I just try to ignore it because I'm not really sure. The bottom line is, though, that I always come back to God. Jesus, I have my issues with. Christians, I have my issues with. Spiritual advisers and leaders and and authorities and teachers, I have my issues with. But God, in my Judeo-Christian understanding of him, and in some part through the assistants of particular people who also have faith in him, has never let me down.
I'm going to paste a portion of the epilogue of the aforementioned book. I think the author was a few years older than I am now when he published the book, but all of his words still apply to me now.
"I believe in God. He knows me, too.
At times it can be a difficult belief, one that doesn't come as easily to me as it did when I was younger. It's challenged on a daily basis by the injustice of our fellow humans and the ridiculousness of the religious, by the prevalence of unmitigated evil and uninhibited disaster. Ten years ago, my faith was the simple assurance that the Judeo-Christian Jehovah, as revealed in the person of Christ, was and is absolutely real. Today, on a good day, I still hold to that. But on a bad day? On a bad dayfaith for me is living as if God's real, but ... wondering.
Mine is a limping, bandaged version of Christianity, one that is more likely to wince at the weirdness of my faith than embrace it. I cringe at the Falwells and Robertsons. I groan at the Left Behinds. Im not amused by American Christianity's rising irrelevance, its gradual movement to the fringes of culture while, nevertheless, attempting to appropriate the music and entertainment and marketing strategies and political tactics of that very culture for its own use. I'm no fan of the way we try to impose man's structures on God, because I seriously doubt hes just a glorified, holy version of the white republican male. Im tired of the bull-headed dogmatism of the evangelical church and its increasingly misguided priorities (Like focusing too intently on political issues like school prayer, social issues like homosexuality, or eschatological issues like the second coming - at the expense of immediate needs like hunger and poverty.) - but despite the baggage, the Christian church is a foundational part of my life.
It's flawed and ugly and, often, just plain wrong. The thing is, so am I.
Thats why the church remains my home. Its where I live."
1.04.2008
no subject
'Time' has captured my attention, lately. I spend too much time thinking about how I should be spending my time. I reflect often about the 'eras' of my life, and how the way I think about time has shifted. Normal stuff - while I was in school, my 'years' were divided at the summer. After graduating in May, things went to crap for the second half of the year, and stayed in the crap for the following year. Now I'm noticing that transitions are happening around the same time that the calendar changes. Things were hellish in 2006. Things looked up in 2007. I'm beginning 2008 as a newlywed.
Good or bad, time scares me.
Time means change. And change is scary. Even good change. ESPECIALLY good change. I'm used to bad times. Bad times are comfortable to me. Dark clouds hang over my head a lot. And when things are dark, all you have to do is survive. It's easy to keep plugging away and hope for better days. Trudging your way through life is the easy part. At least, it is for me. I'm good at hope. I'm good at resilience and bolstering myself up. I'm good at toughing it out and making due.
It's when it's time for me to stand on my own two feet that I start to crumble. When I'm not so tightly constricted by life-sucking trauma, I get scared. It's time to move forward, not just survive. Progress is required. Proving myself is necessary. There's so much pressure involved. And the stakes are high. Very high. Too high.
This is the make-or-break time. When the efforts of the past 6 years of school and post-grad work turns into a real career. When I'm supposed to make the transition from eating pasta every night, to being able to invest in a retirement account. (After all, the sooner the better on that thing.) Take care of the house. Take care of the husband, who is in school. Take care of the dog. He needs his heartworm preventative prescription, and that costs about 60 dollars too many. Bring in enough to turn the heater higher than 60 degrees. Find a job that pays enough to get you to the next level, and find it yesterday.
Good or bad, time scares me.
Time means change. And change is scary. Even good change. ESPECIALLY good change. I'm used to bad times. Bad times are comfortable to me. Dark clouds hang over my head a lot. And when things are dark, all you have to do is survive. It's easy to keep plugging away and hope for better days. Trudging your way through life is the easy part. At least, it is for me. I'm good at hope. I'm good at resilience and bolstering myself up. I'm good at toughing it out and making due.
It's when it's time for me to stand on my own two feet that I start to crumble. When I'm not so tightly constricted by life-sucking trauma, I get scared. It's time to move forward, not just survive. Progress is required. Proving myself is necessary. There's so much pressure involved. And the stakes are high. Very high. Too high.
This is the make-or-break time. When the efforts of the past 6 years of school and post-grad work turns into a real career. When I'm supposed to make the transition from eating pasta every night, to being able to invest in a retirement account. (After all, the sooner the better on that thing.) Take care of the house. Take care of the husband, who is in school. Take care of the dog. He needs his heartworm preventative prescription, and that costs about 60 dollars too many. Bring in enough to turn the heater higher than 60 degrees. Find a job that pays enough to get you to the next level, and find it yesterday.
12.06.2007
feel like typing
As 2007 comes to an end
1) Where did you begin 2007?
ocean isle with friends
2) What was your status by Valentine's Day?
completely in love after like 2 weeks
3) Were you in school (anytime this year)?
spring semester, yes
4) How did you earn your money?
CAI! and later, various temp placements.
5) Did you have to go to the hospital?
not that i remember...
6) Did you have any encounters with the police?
actually yes, four. one was Officer Dave, who was talking at the neighborhood meeting and gave me a Club for the car. one was with these two officers who were trying to figure out if the guy across the street was dead and rotting in his house. one was the cop who accompanied the tow truck that tried to take my car away. and actually, that other one was a state trooper. so i'm not counting that.
7) Where did you go on a holiday?
richmond, before i moved up. new york a couple times. boston, for a funeral. and a couple weekend trips down to NC.
8) What did you purchase that was over $1000?
bedroom furniture! and, umm....... well, my rent is 950...that's a lot too.
9) Did you know anybody who got married?
yes, actually, my husband got married this year
10) Did you know anybody who passed away?
at least two. and they were old.
12) Did you move anywhere?
to virgnia
14) What concerts/shows did you go to?
i went to some opera thing at dook, i think that was this year.
15) Are you registered to vote?
not where i live...
16) Who did you want to win Big Brother?
big brother is lame!
17) Where do you live now?
virginia
18) Describe your birthday?
brian was sequestered off in indiana. he was really sweet, tho, and came into town as soon as he could :) it was a good, low-key birthday.
19) What's one thing you thought you'd never do but did in 2007?
get married! that is, i didn't expect going into 2007 that i would be coming out of it married.
20) What has been your favorite moment?
'you may now kiss your bride'
21) What's something you learned about yourself?
i'm not a very good housekeeper but i'm a pretty good cook
22) Any new additions to your family?
a whole slew of in-laws
23.) What was your best month?
all of them! except maybe for january. even october was surprisingly not heinous.
24.) What music will you remember 2007 by?
'one bourbon, one scotch, and one beer'
25) Who has been your best drinking buddy?
brian and kyle
26) Made new friends?
a couple!
27) New best friend?
yes :)
28) Favorite Night out?
quiet dinner with my new husband at il palio, after a long, loud, people-filled, activity-filled, celebration-filled day
1) Where did you begin 2007?
ocean isle with friends
2) What was your status by Valentine's Day?
completely in love after like 2 weeks
3) Were you in school (anytime this year)?
spring semester, yes
4) How did you earn your money?
CAI! and later, various temp placements.
5) Did you have to go to the hospital?
not that i remember...
6) Did you have any encounters with the police?
actually yes, four. one was Officer Dave, who was talking at the neighborhood meeting and gave me a Club for the car. one was with these two officers who were trying to figure out if the guy across the street was dead and rotting in his house. one was the cop who accompanied the tow truck that tried to take my car away. and actually, that other one was a state trooper. so i'm not counting that.
7) Where did you go on a holiday?
richmond, before i moved up. new york a couple times. boston, for a funeral. and a couple weekend trips down to NC.
8) What did you purchase that was over $1000?
bedroom furniture! and, umm....... well, my rent is 950...that's a lot too.
9) Did you know anybody who got married?
yes, actually, my husband got married this year
10) Did you know anybody who passed away?
at least two. and they were old.
12) Did you move anywhere?
to virgnia
14) What concerts/shows did you go to?
i went to some opera thing at dook, i think that was this year.
15) Are you registered to vote?
not where i live...
16) Who did you want to win Big Brother?
big brother is lame!
17) Where do you live now?
virginia
18) Describe your birthday?
brian was sequestered off in indiana. he was really sweet, tho, and came into town as soon as he could :) it was a good, low-key birthday.
19) What's one thing you thought you'd never do but did in 2007?
get married! that is, i didn't expect going into 2007 that i would be coming out of it married.
20) What has been your favorite moment?
'you may now kiss your bride'
21) What's something you learned about yourself?
i'm not a very good housekeeper but i'm a pretty good cook
22) Any new additions to your family?
a whole slew of in-laws
23.) What was your best month?
all of them! except maybe for january. even october was surprisingly not heinous.
24.) What music will you remember 2007 by?
'one bourbon, one scotch, and one beer'
25) Who has been your best drinking buddy?
brian and kyle
26) Made new friends?
a couple!
27) New best friend?
yes :)
28) Favorite Night out?
quiet dinner with my new husband at il palio, after a long, loud, people-filled, activity-filled, celebration-filled day
my one dog is barking
Eli is being gruff with me, and I'm not sure why.
Actually, I went and checked to see why he was being gruff, and it's because his water dish is empty. I keep having to refill that durn thing multiple times a day. Eli's a pretty thirsty pup, you see, and his current water dish has a big chunk missing out of the side, so there's only room for one meal's worth of water in the bowl before it would start spilling out.
Memo to the Universe: Eli needs a new water dish. A matching food dish would be swell, because matchy-matchy is grand. And, uh, Universe, cat dishes are much better for this little dog because he doesn't like to have to reach over the edge of a tall bowl to get to his food. Collar tags clinking the ceramic and all. Very startling.
Actually, I went and checked to see why he was being gruff, and it's because his water dish is empty. I keep having to refill that durn thing multiple times a day. Eli's a pretty thirsty pup, you see, and his current water dish has a big chunk missing out of the side, so there's only room for one meal's worth of water in the bowl before it would start spilling out.
Memo to the Universe: Eli needs a new water dish. A matching food dish would be swell, because matchy-matchy is grand. And, uh, Universe, cat dishes are much better for this little dog because he doesn't like to have to reach over the edge of a tall bowl to get to his food. Collar tags clinking the ceramic and all. Very startling.
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